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Today was SO much busier in the city centre because it was a weekend. All the scenesters were out strutting their stuff, but we felt far cooler and headed to Glebe Market down the road. According to Lonely Planet, this place was aimed at 'dreadlocked, inner city hippies' - perfect. And it was AMAZING! Well, Claire loved it, Liam declared it to be a 'girly market' so we didn't spend too long there, but Claire spent an entire day's budget on a beautiful bag, then got anxiety about how much money she had left. Either way, the place was really chilled out and it actually started looking quite sunny (no way!) so we decided to run as fast as our little legs would take us to the Observation Tower above the city for some spectacular views.
As luck would have it - the minute we'd got up there, rain was starting to creep over the city, casting grey blurs over some parts. Regardless, we photographed everything we could see, getting annoyed at the reflections in the pictures through the glass as we did so. We've also noticed that in every city which has a tower or a highup view, there is always a mighty great building in front of the key sight to see. Like Perth and the sunset behind a skyscraper, you could only see the back of the Sydney Opera House from a building almost in the way. Never mind.
We had some time to spare, so making use of it being a saturday - therefore a market day, we headed down to The Rocks Market along George Street. Before we got there it started to heave down with rain, which was very depressing since Claire had left her brolly somewhere, and Liam's one wasn't quite big enough to cover the both of us. It was fully worth it though as the place was heaving with independent arts and crafts which made us happy. Liam bought a really cool spray-paint poster of Uluru at sunset, by an artist we watched create these masterpieces and have seen before in London by the Thames! On the evening we made use of the free bbq in the hostel for all of the residents. Despite them putting on all of these activities - triva night, pancakes for breakfast to name a couple - there is still an air of elitism in this place. Glebe Village itself is gorgeous, tucked away in a quiet part of Sydney only a short bus ride away from the centre. But everyone here seems to be interested in you if you're worth competing against. The common question of 'what are you doing, how long have you been away' only serves for them to beat whatever it is you reply with - so we haven't made much effort to be a part of their club.
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